It is 2465. American Politics hasn't changed much. Except that "America" is now only a handful of New England towns in a walled-in citadel due to a global environmental disaster. The population is so small that everyone is a member of Congress. An unidentified army has encamped at the border. All members of Congress must move beyond personal agendas and petty bickering and decide the nation's fate. And it is snowing.
This is a play about politics, and like politics, it's funny until it suddenly isn't.
